Hey. [Masumi lazily waves at Kafka from where she's reclining on the bed, the pain of her already-pounding head exacerbated by his shouting match with the guard. She couldn't exactly blame him for getting pissed, though.

Especially since arguably she was even more angry when she arrived, with the bruises all over her wiry body as proof.]

I would ask what you're in for, but I think that'd probably be in poor taste considering there's no rhyme or reason to who gets thrown in here, haha. [Although she's trying to laugh it off, there's a hint of legitimate frustration in Masumi's voice. No matter what angle she attacks this bizarre situation from, she just doesn't have enough information to find a solution to any of the mysteries tangled up inside this castle—and chances are, she won't be able to find out much useful while she's stuck down here.]